Not the Spin Cycle

In a post-apocalyptic world, the creature comfort I’ll miss most is showers. I know it’s not environmentally friendly, but I stay in there until my fingers prune and the hot water runs out. And when I say hot water – I mean turn your skin pink and steam up the mirrors hot. Despite the potential for risqué overtures, The Douche would never shower with me because he said I scalded him. Wuss.

Anyway, I find the whole experience meditative. (The showering by myself bit, not the idea of aqueous hanky-panky.) On the other hand, the water coming from the ceiling bewilders Derpy Dog. He repeatedly sticks his head behind the curtain and then gets all flummoxed when his ears get wet.

Luckily, since I stay in there so long, he eventually loses interest. Most evenings, he’s pretty tuckered out from daycare. After a scrupulous, if routine, examination of the indoor rain-chamber, he goes to lie down; asleep long before the hot water runs out.

Yesterday, I was pulled in a lot of directions at work. Last night in effort to wash away the stresses of the day, I stayed under the shower-head until my jagged edges were melted back together. However, when I got out, the pup was uncharacteristically still awake, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.

I listened for a second before realizing that The Beautiful Couple was having… a moment. They’re young, attractive and in love; it’s not unexpected. However their shenanigans had never intruded so immediately into my awareness before. It wasn’t obnoxiously clangorous, but it was keeping the dog awake, his senses being somewhat keener than my own.

But really, how long could it last? Apparently quite a while. There we sat, the dog fixating on the throbbing cadence, and I growing more astonished by the minute with TBC’s youthful stamina. It actually continued for so long I thought perhaps I was mistaken. Maybe their washing machine was unbalanced, thumping through the spin cycle?

Nope. That was undeniably a person and they were enjoying themselves immensely.

I’m not sure I’m going to be able to look TBC in the eye next we meet…

 

 


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